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If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil
and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests,
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..
I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his footsteps
from the road before my house…..
But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.
Time passes slowly up here in the mountains,
We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains,
Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream,
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and good-lookin',
We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin',
Stared out the window to the stars high above,
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Ain't no reason to go in a wagon to town,
Ain't no reason to go to the fair.
Ain't no reason to go up, ain't no reason to go down,
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Time passes slowly up here in the daylight,
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right,
Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day,
Time passes slowly and fades away.
山中的时光静寂缓慢,
我们坐在桥畔,在泉水边散步,
追寻野生的鱼群,在溪水上漂浮,
当你置身尘外,时光静寂流逝。
我曾有个心上人,她娇小、美丽,
我们坐在她家的厨房里,她妈妈做着糕点,
窗外的星辰闪烁高悬,时光静寂流逝,当你找到你的心爱。
不是没有理由搭一辆货车去小镇,不是没有理由再去那集市。
也不是没有理由再来来回回,不是没有理由去每个地方。
白日的时光静寂缓慢,我们注视着前方,努力不使之偏向,
就像夏日的红玫瑰逐日盛开,时光静寂流逝,永不复返。
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim;
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I— I took the less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
瀑布的水逆流而上,
蒲公英种子从远处飘回,聚成伞的模样,
太阳从西边升起,落向东方。
子弹退回枪膛,
运动员回到起跑线上,
我交回录取通知书,忘了十年寒窗。
厨房里飘来饭菜的香,
你把我的卷子签好名字,
关掉电视,帮我把书包背上。
你还在我身旁。
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